Some days are a mixture of small triumphs and barely avoided disasters. This was one of them.
On waking up this morning, I immediately checked my sleep tracker on my mobile
phone. Honestly, I am becoming so obsessed with tracking my sleep patterns that it's starting to keep me awake at night...
Don't forget your phone! I admonished myself as I headed downstairs to make Mr B his
first cup of coffee of the day, sort out his tablets and enquire as to what he would like for breakfast. I needed to catch the Pulse bus into town at 9.30 a.m. so Time Was Of The Essence. I was showered and breakfasted in an all-time record, with just under
half an hour to spare for some Meaningful Conversation with Mr B - an important consideration as I was going to be out for a bit and didn't want him to feel neglected, especially after all the fuss of yesterday's birthday. That would never, ever do.
First, a quick check of my handbag to make sure I had everything. Purse - tick. Money - tick. Bus pass - tick. Tissues - tick. Loyalty card for a free coffee at St Paul's community centre - tick. Mobile phone - oh, dear
me, no, wherever did I put it after telling myself not to forget it? I know what you are thinking - just ring the number and follow the sound of the ringing, what's the problem? Well, I tried, and it was definitely ringing somewhere, though where I couldn't
say. Mr B was, by now, becoming increasingly agitated and could not be appeased by my sensible reasonings that (i) my phone had to be somewhere; and (ii) wherever it was, it couldn't be far away. I didn't think it sensible to mention that Deep Dark Hole, of
which I have told you before, where my most precious possessions have a horrible habit of disappearing For All Time.
Mr B said he didn't think I should go out without my phone. I reminded him that, up until
not so very long ago, we didn't even own a mobile phone and, surprisingly, we managed very well, all things considered. Mr B was not convinced, asking what would he do if he needed to contact me while I was out at my meeting? I didn't have a very good answer
to this, apart from reassuring him that everything was just fine, that I was sure the phone would reappear soon and, in any case, I wouldnt be out for long...
Two hours later I was back home and, who'd have
thought it, nothing disastrous had happened in my absence. Mr B said, darkly, that was just my good luck but, don't you know, we all need some of that sometimes. I decided that, while the going was good - or, at least, if not good then not bad - I would head
down to the garage on an Airy Mission.
Our Boy had pointed out that the front tyre on my car appeared to be slightly flat. He couldn't stop to fix it for me, being just on the point of leaving for a long journey
home but he assured me that dealing with it would be Easy Peasy. I am ashamed, indeed, to admit that in 40 years of car ownership I have never actually either checked my tyre pressures or inflated deflated tyres. Borrowing from Mr B's often said Words of Wisdom:
"Why have a dog and bark yourself?"
Sadly my dog, aka Mr B, has had to hand over such Matters Mechanical to me these days but, hey, it couldn't be that difficult, could it? I had to google the correct tyre
pressures, front and back, as I couldn't find an advisory notice on the front car door - then, flushed with the success of this minor triumph, off I drove to the garage. Where, after tying myself into granny knots (see previous Blog) I finally in desperation
threw myself on the mercy of a Really Rather Lovely Fella who was patiently waiting his turn at the air pressure pump.
Bless him, not only did he pump up my tyres for me but he also explained everything
to me as he went about it. I reckon next time, thanks to this Act of Random Kindness, I will have no trouble at all. Fingers crossed and all that.
Oh, yes, you're still worrying about my mobile phone, aren't
you? Worry not, dear readers. Carefully retracing my morning footsteps, I suddenly came across my phone, nestling on top of a pile of towels in the laundry basket in the front bedroom. I imagine the towels muffled its ring tone when I tried to phone its number
but how it found its way there in the first place is Quite Beyond Me.
I am simply relieved to end a somewhat stressful day on a positive note. A small triumph, a barely avoided disaster.
With a Knight in Shining Armour thrown in for good measure.